Ruang di hatimu untukku bertapak
Walaupun sejengkal jari
Agar dapat ku berdiri
Di ambang pintumu
Kemana
Hilangnya keroncong
Oh cinta yang kita
Nyanyikan bersama
Ataupun
Aku yang bersalah
Hanya menepuk tangan
Sebelah saja
Tiada ku sangka akhirnya
Kau tutup semua
Pintu cinta untukku
Hinggaku
Termanggu tiada
Arah nak ku tuju
Membawa hatiku - Keroncong Untuk Ana, M.Nasir
Sheesh…I purposely deleted the part where he yearningly called out her name. Wouldn’t want a guy screaming another girl’s name on my blog. Actually, it makes me feel like I am singing a song to nani’s sister. Mentioning that, I suddenly remember an incident at the gym when an Indonesian air stewardess passed me her number. She claimed to be flying with the national airlines. She seems to be in her mid 20s…a bit mature-looking for my liking lah. Hahahahahaha.
“Hi, you look very sporty! I like your Havaianas.”
Urgh…whatever.
I am waiting for my lunch. It’s 1530hrs and Dear, CY and Flo are not back still. My stomach is beginning to hurt. But before I take the painkillers, I need to eat something.
If I were to go hospital, I will be in there for a week, man. And I will be poked. I wouldn’t get to fast. I wouldn’t get to..get to..get to watch cable.
My priorities are screwed up.
Am I more than you bargained for yet
I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear
Cause that's just who I am this week
Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
Drop a heart, break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it
Is this more than you bargained for yet
Oh don't mind me I'm watching you two from the closet
Wishing to be the friction in your jeans
Isn't it messed up how I'm just dying to be him
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
Drop a heart, break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team
We're going down, down in an earlier round (Take aim at myself)
And sugar, we're going down swinging (Take back what you said)
I'll be your number one with a bullet (Take aim at myself)
A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it - Sugar, We’re Going Down, Fall Out Boy
Oh.
Just in case you miss us
Here’s us.
And no…I wasn’t wearing make up. I went for NPCC training for fuck’s sake.
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